Today Dad came to the ANZAC Day parade after a 10yr non attendance. He managed to make both the Dawn Service and Morning service and even though he wasn't able to march, he took his place at the cenotaph.
His 3 grand daughters each laid a wreath or floral tribute for him in memory of the fallen in Vietnam. It was the first time he had attended with all 3 grandkids and he was so proud as he watched them march.
I know I tend to complain about him a lot because the dementia and PTSD is a deadly combination sometimes, but I was so happy for him to have this day with us all and to pay tribute to his mates.
